Chapter 662 - Yoruha
Chapter 660 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" starts with dramatic events: Kitsara might've been a bit of an abrupt addition to my haremāI basically took a... Discover what happens!
Kitsara might've been a bit of an abrupt addition to my haremāI basically took a leap of faith in hopes of her being as good of a woman as I initially sensed her to beābut once the decision was made, she was mine nonetheless. I had no sympathy to give for a man who tried to take my lover away from me.
None whatsoever.
Once it was clear that Silver would not make a scene, we moved back to the palace to resume the summit.
"You left me here with the rigid doggies⦠So meanā¦" the necromancer whined as soon as she saw us return. When we left to settle this little issue, she remained behind, guarded by the two dogkin princes.
None paid attention to her. We took our seats, with the only difference being Silver getting seated farther away from me.
"Hehe⦠You're missing two foxies, aren't youā¦"
I had to give it to her, despite being a limbless body that's in constant pain and is restrained as well as guarded by high-level combatants, she had quite the observation skills.
Silver's features contorted once again upon her words, and his hateful pair of eyes found their mark on me. But then, Vargis nodded at his sons, who reached for her bloody stumps and began tormenting the woman, eliciting horrible screams from her.
"Let's get started, shall we? We've wasted more than enough time already," my father-in-law decreed before focusing his gaze on the limbless woman. "Don't give us trouble and we'll give you a quick, painless death. Deal?"
"ā¦" Instead of responding, she eyed him for a bit before erupting into ominous chuckles. "You seriously think they would let me talk?"
As if to prove her point, she parted her lips, mouthing words but no sound came from her throat. Then, as if assaulted by an invisible force, the necromancer's body violently spasmed.
Her veins darkened across her skin like spreading ink while her body writhed in unnatural angles. Her mouth remained open in a silent scream with her neck trembling incessantly as if she were being choked by unseen hands.
Then came the blood.
Thin rivers of crimson leaked from her nose, her eyes, her ears. A raw, agonized shudder wracked her form, and I saw her muscles twisting beneath her skin.
She was being punished.
Damn it. The Covenant must've installed a magical binding on her, similar to what the Consortium had, though it seemed to be much more strict. The Consortium only branded their non-Phenom members and said magical brand could be used to track the individuals down while also having similar anti-betrayal measures in place.
After a few minutes of constant torment, the unseen force had finally relented, feeling its target giving up on relaying their secrets to their enemies. As a result, the invisible shackles released their hold on the woman who slumped forward with her chest heaving in short, shuddering breaths. "ā¦Hahā¦haahā¦"
After gathering her bearings, she lifted her head to look Vargis in the eye. "See? It's not going to be easy⦠It was a warning. If I push it again, it'll kill me outright, and then you'll be left with nothing but a useless corpse. Is that what you want?"
I glanced toward Vex, silently asking if the Consortium had ways to crack this magical lock on her. "We do have some specialists, but their success ratio isn't perfect⦠Magical branding is a technology all syndicates spend significant costs on re
All my girls stood tense, surrounding the woman from all sides. She hadn't just approachedāshe had appeared in their midst, slipping past their senses as if she had always been there, watching.
The newcomer lazily yawned while stretching her arms, "Hmm⦠Since the beginning, of courseā¦"